Hey ya'll this is Marauderfox. This is my first Percy Jackson fic so sorry is the characters are OOC. Please no flamers! This may not be my last Percy Jackson/Heros of Olympus story!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing! All charatcers, the camp etc belong to Rick Riordan. Obviously I'm not him... but one can wish right?
PIPER
Piper was bored. Leo and Annabeth were busy building the Argo II while Jason was slowly getting his memory back, causing him frequent headaches. She seriously wanted to kill Leo for not letting her help with the Argo; she was just as capable as anyone else. But even Annabeth, the architect/supervisor of the ship, agreed with him.
So here she was, wandering around camp, with nothing to do during free period. She walked in aimless circles around the horseshoe shape of the cabins, observing each one and testing herself on whose' it was.
She stopped in front of the long, low cabin, cabin number 3, with its rough grey stone walls covered in seashells and coral; it was obviously the cabin of Poseidon. It was home to only one demigod, the legendary Percy Jackson, hero of Olympus. It was sitting on the left of Zeus's cabin, the one that Jason stayed in.
Suddenly she felt drawn by the cabin; she wanted to see the inside. Quickly she looked around to see if anyone was watching. No, no one was there, of course, they were all to busy admiring the Argo, she though bitterly.
Cautiously she walked toward the door and turned the knob. The door swung open, taking her breath away. The cabin was gorgeous, not what you would expect from the outside.
There were six empty bunk beds. Only one bunk looked slept in, that must have been Percy's. The walls had a shining feature that reminded Piper of the ocean; it looked like a shell her father had shown her years ago, abalone? There were bronze horses with fish tails; Piper recalled them to be Hippocampi hanging from the ceiling. One of the walls there was a grey fountain made of sea rock with a fish that had water spurting out of its mouth. Exotic sea plants and coral sat on the window sill, Piper had no idea how they could still be alive maybe someone at camp was watering them or maybe they were magic.
The wall beside the occupied bunk was covered in pictures. She walked toward them. One had three teens, two girls and between them a boy. One of the girls had blonde hair, it was Annabeth, the other had black hair; Piper recognized her as Jason's sister Thalia. The boy in between them had messy black hair and sea green eyes filled with laughter.
In another picture the boy and Annabeth sat on a black Pegasus, her arms around his chest, laughing.
As Piper looked around she noticed that almost all of the pictures had the green-eyed boy in them, with a pang she realized that it must have been Percy. There he was on the beach, in a chariot, with his arm around Annabeth, swimming, there were pictures of him doing nearly every activity at camp with a diversity of people, no wonder he was so popular!
One picture in particular caught Piper's eye. There were five teens standing on the beach with their arms around each other, smiling.
To the far left was a punk/goth looking girl with a silver jacket on over a black tank top and a silver tiara sitting crooked on her spiky black hair, her bright eyes were as blue as Jason's.
The girl next to her was small and slim with fiery red hair that was pulled into a messy ponytail she had green eyes and freckles splattered across her high cheek bones. She had paint-splattered jeans on and an oversized "Hoover Dam" T-shirt.
The other girl was a little taller than the red-head and a bit more tanned. She had golden, curly blonde hair, she had on a Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and shorts, and dagger was fixed to a band around her waist. She had on her necklace, it had eight painted beads.
A boy stood close to her, he had messy black hair and green eyes. He was fairly tall, taller than all the girls, with a lean but muscular build. He had on a Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and a necklace with four beads strung on.
Then next was a boy, he looked older than everyone else in the picture, he was a satyr with a mop of curly brown hair, covered by a green Rasta cap. He had on an orange T-shirt like the others but no pants, only furry legs.
The last was a boy; he was smaller and by the looks of it, younger than everyone else. He had dark brown-black hair and olive skin. His eyes were dark making him look beyond his years. He wore mostly black and had rings on every finger.
"I remember that."
Piper jumped, she had though she was alone. She spun on her heel to see a familiar blonde girl with sad grey eyes.
"I- I'm sorry." Piper stuttered, normally campers weren't aloud into other God's cabins if they weren't on inspection.
Annabeth sighed and waved her hand dismissingly, "Its fine. I've been coming in here a lot lately too, I think everyone has." She sank onto Percy's bed, the springs groaned as she did so.
"That picture was taken a month or so after the Battle of Manhattan. Thalia came to visit, she wanted to see how things were holding up, what with rebuilding camp, the city, Olympus, the new Oracle – you know Rachel – and especially coping with the death of Lu–" Annabeth paled, she looked nothing like the happy, carefree girl in the picture, she pointed to the picture, "that's Thalia, but you've met her, the other girl is Rachel, the Oracle, then me," she paused, "I know, I look hardly recognizable. The guy next to me is-" she choked on her own words, "the other two are Grover and Nico."
For a few minutes there was silence, awkward silence, Piper's favorite kind. Notice the sarcasm. She though about just a while ago when her own father had gone missing, the remembered how distressed she had been.
"You really miss him, don't you?" She asked finally.
Annabeth's head turned slightly as she looked at Piper. Her eyes blazed as if she was thinking of sapping, for a moment she didn't answer, then her eyes dimed and she closed them. She nodded, "Of course. He was – no, is – my best friend. He was always here for me when I needed him. When he went m-missing I-," Annabeth paused, opening her eyes again, she abandoned her sentence, "when I went missing he found me, and I'm going to find him, if it's the last thing I do. Besides-" Annabeth gave a sad, half-hearted smile, "he still owes me, and I can't let him go when he owes me."
Piper knew she looked confused when Annabeth gave her a look that said– I might tell you later, but probably not.
"Maybe once we find him you can tell us all about those adventures you guys had. No one around here will say anything." Piper tried to start a new conversation.
Annabeth gave a light laugh; one Piper could tell was forced. "Yeah, maybe…"
Once again, silence.
The conch shell rang out in the distance. Annabeth rose to her feet. With one last, longing look at the picture she walked toward the door. Before she opened the door she hesitated.
"Come on Piper, you should come to lunch, you won't be able to train on an empty stomach." Then the blonde girl left. Piper could see her figure reseeding through the window, curly blonde hair swinging back and forth in its ponytail.
Piper sighed. She looked back at the pictures. Percy. Percy was the heart of the camp. The savior. The people in the pictures all looked so different than how they looked now. Percy had made many friends in this camp, and she had a feeling they would stop at nothing to get him back.
